I watched as my brother skipped school.

I watched as he drunkedly threw up all over his soul mate.

And I watched him relapse back into pot.

But I could not watch anymore. I had to take action.

After all...

I am an angel.

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I looked around, but all that I could see was a flash of light. I covered my eyes quickly, and as the light went down, I gasped in amazement.

It was Lizzie, and she was sitting there calmly, just like she was alive.

"What are you doing here?" I asked frantically. With all that had been going on lately, it was very possible that I was going out of my mind.

"I want to talk to you," she calmly answered.

My pressed my hand against my forehead. Maybe I was feverish.

"You're not seeing thing Matt. I really am here."

"But, you're.."

"Dead? I know," she said, laughing.

I reached out to try to touch her, but my hand went right through to the seat.

"Why are you here?"

"Is that how you are going to greet me? How about a 'hey, how's it going, big sis?'"

I looked at Lizzie horrified.

"No, I am not seeing a vision of my dead sister," I told myself.

"Yeah you are," she said, reading my mind.

"No, I am not. You are not here, because I...crazy."

"You are not a schizophrenic, if that's what you mean. And, I am really here."

"You came back from the dead?"

"Now you are sounding crazy. No, I just came back for a brief second to talk to you."

I took a deep breath, and tried to comprehend what was sitting in my car.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Lizzie's calm, serene look departed as she smacked me across the forehead. Actually, her hand sort of passed through my forehead, but still.

"What was that for?"

"You are being a complete idiot."

"What?" I asked, still confused.

"Why are you getting high?"

"I quit, and got help."

"Because someone forced you to. Victoria, who broke up with you because you are an IDIOT."

"I tried to apologize, but she won't listen to me."

"That's because you almost ruined it with her. I would never get back together with you if you did to me, if I were her, and you were you, and you did to me what you did to her. I wouuld do what she did to you, too."

"Wait...I'm confused."

"You should be. You're probably stoned or something."

"I told you, I quit."

"But we all know that once things get a little tough again, you will start again."

"That's not true. I will never do it again."

"That's what you said after you got out of rehab."

We were both silent for a moment.

"Matt...can I ask you one question?"

"Sure."

"Why did you start smoking again?"

I paused, and tried to absorb her question.

"Answer me, Matt."

I sighed, and tried to answer her the best that I could.

"Do you remember that day...the day that you died?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Do you remember our fight?"

Lizzie tried to remember, but could not.

"Not really."

"Don't you remember when Mom and Dad were fighting, and you started to cry upstairs in our bathroom, and I told you to get over it."

"Oh, that," she said quietly. "I didn't even really think about that."

"Well, I have. I always will remember my last words to you. I said that it was your fault that Mom and Dad were fighting."

"Why did you even say that?"

"I can't remember, but I cannot forget those words.

"Matt," she said, stroking my face with her hand. "I didn't even remember what I said. We became such good friends after you straightened yourself out, that I could put aside all of the stupid things that you said. Your comment was just a blip on the radar."

I looked down into my lap.

"Have you told anyone about this...Someone that is alive?"

"No."

"Well, if it matters at all, I forgive you, even though I did not even remember you saying that."

"Thanks, if it even matters now that I have royally screwed everything up. Every time that I was getting high, or destroying something, I was just trying to forget that I said that. I even almost convinced myself, and I hadn't really though about it until you asked me why I was getting high."

Lizzie smiled.

"Did Victoria make you forget?"

"Always."

"Gordo always made me forget about what was happening at home," she said wistfully.

"But, now there is no chance with me and her at all."

Lizzie snapped out of her trance.

"Well, there is A LOT that you don't know, but I can't tell you. But I can tell you that you and Victoria will probably work out."

"But how?"

"Where there is a will, there is a way, and I think I might have your will. Invite Victoria to your show at the Digital Bean."

"She won't come."

"Write her a poem, and put it in her locker on a fancy invitation. Better yet, put a single rose with it, and maybe she will think it is from a secret admirer."

"What about my show then?"

"Write some heartfelt speech, or dedicate a song to her or something. I will make sure that she gets there. Make sure to buy a lot of flowers, and maybe some jewelry. She will need a lot of convincing, but we want her to know that she won't make a mistake with you."

"Lizzie?"

"What?"

"Will I be okay?"

"I think you will make it alright."

I tried to hug her, but with a flash of light, she was gone.

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I landed back in my bed, and I felt as if I had just been jolted through another dimension.

"What was that?" I asked aloud, to no one in particular.

Suddenly, I heard applause.

"Congratulations, Lizzie! You did it!" Lauren exclaimed, and I was very confused.

"What did I do?"

"You set Matt back on the right track, and you earned your halo."

"What?"

"Your halo. All of us angels get one, but you probably set the record on the shortest amount of time it took."

"Where is your halo?"

Lauren pulled up her sleeve, and I saw a thin gold bracelet on her arm.

"Right here. They are actually different for everyone, but here is yours," she said, sifting through my mail that she had gotten for me. She pulled out a long, thin jewelry box. I opened it up, and inside there was a necklace. It looked almost exactly like the heart necklace I wore when I was alive all the time, except this one was gold, and had a small ring charm by the heart.

"Wow. This is all unreal."

"I know. That is what it seemed like when I earned my halo."

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Victoria opened her locker, and a small note and a rose fell out. She picked her things up off of the floor, and opened the note carefully.

Whoever had put it in there had obviously spent a lot of time on it, because it was very heartfelt and beautiful.

Victoria's best friend Mindy (they had become very good friends quickly) walked up, and asked her what she was looking at.

"Somebody put this in my locker," Victoria said, as she handed it to Mindy to read.

Mindy's eyes widened as she read the invitation.

"You have a secret admirer, Victoria," she said excitedly. "He wants to meet you at the Digital Bean this Friday!"

Victoria beamed, but the invitation almost bugged her.

"Who do you think it's from?" she asked.

"I don't know. That one new guy from New York has been eyeing you, you know. He asked me the other day if you were dating anyone."

Victoria raised her eyebrows.

"Plus, he plays the guitar. That's always a plus in my book."

Her statement caused Victoria to start thinking about Matt again, just when she had almost gotten over him.

"What's wrong, Victoria?"

"Nothing. I just have to get to class, that's all."

Victoria rushed to her next class, trying to forget about Matt, and think about her secret admirer. All of her thinking left her a little absentminded, and she collided straight on with someone, dropping all of her books.

She bent down to pick them up, and whoever she ran into bent down to help also. She then first looked into his face, seeing Matt. He had gone back to his old self, his clean cut, all-American soccer player persona. He had even started to hang out with his soccer friends again, and was on the track team.

"Hi," he said smiling.

"Hi," she said shortly, grabbing her book out of his hand, and rushing off to her next class, leaving Matt in the hallway shocked.